I didn’t know darkness and evil lurked inside me until I had to murder in order to survive. Forced to become my own worst enemy. With so much blood on my hands, I was surprised I could still see my own skin.

I killed.

I tortured.

I loved…

I played God while I was rotting in Hell. Thriving on control and power was the only way I knew how to live. There were no other options.

If you weren’t my friend, you were my foe.

If you weren’t with me, you were against me.

Traitors, as I called them. There were no imaginary lines. I’d crossed them all. No boundaries. No second chances. No redemption.

Not for me.

For them.

For anyone.

Only for her…

She loved me. Always convinced I was a saint, never believing I was just another sinner.

A fucking monster.

Until it was too late.

Except, I didn’t choose this life. It. Chose. Me.

*TEASER*

I witnessed and participated in it all.

Somewhere along the way in the last few years, I stopped allowing myself to feel, to think, to dream of another life. Only the strongest survive and I would always make it out alive.

No. Matter. What.

The control, the power, the sins of it all, were just as addicting as they were afflicting. Consuming every last part of my being.

M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein. All time favorite books are The Bronze Horseman Trilogy by Paullina Simons.

She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German shepherd mixes, a Wheaten Terrier and a Tabby cat.